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June Tabor - Mayn Rue Plats lyrics
Don’t look for me where leaves are springing. You will not find me there my child. But the machines where lives are withered. Dorten is meyn rue plats. Dorten is meyn rue plats. Don’t look for me where birds are singing. You will not fine me there my child. I am a slave where chains are ringing. Dorten is meyn rue plats. Dorten is meyn rue plats. Don’t look for me where streams are playing. You will not fine me there my child. Where spirits fail and tears are flowing. Dorten is meyn rue plats. Dorten is meyn rue plats. So if indeed you love me truly. Then come to me mein lieber schatz And lift my head be of and sorrow. Make it sweet my resting place. Mach mir süß meyn reu plats |
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